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He grabbed the stone from my hand and began to inquire about its origin.

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"Sugar and spice," the old woman beckoned as she held out palms filled with cinnamon falling between her fingers like sand. As she sprinkled it across the floor my head swum up in a dizzy spell of hunger. I could no longer control my feet moving towards the cheap gimmicks of an old woman.

"What weighs you down will make you drown," he said with a loud crescent shaped grin. I believed him. I may have been a fool but with my head thrown asunder by the crashing tides of water I took off my shoes and bag and threw them across the stream on the other bank.

While I stood and shook I prayed for the knowledge to come and fill that part of my head that knew and understood nothing of this world.

I left my home and family to find and entered the woods. I walked deeper and deeper into the world of trees that reached the sky and damp earth that smelled of life, into a world I had always been warned not to enter. The day I left my home, I could sense the adventure that lay ahead. Armed with nothing but courage in my chest and good sense on my shoulders, I let my feet lead me into the great unknown.

The man who killed my father stood on the open ground with an army of people waiting to rise from the earth. He brandished a blade in his hand and struck it towards the sun.

So I began my journey home.

My feet, wearing their newfound bottomed shoes, pressed gently across the soils as not to wake the men clamoring upwards. But I still felt a shadow trail at my footsteps that did not feel like my own. As I walked faster the shadow moved behind me as well, sometimes touching my bare skin with sodden ground.

When I returned home Mother was not there. Instead, there was a man leaning against our door, sipping guava juice through a straw. He told me the lady of the house had left to search for her son, and that he had taken residence. I looked down on him and winced. His feet stank of manure.

"I killed the creature that has been plaguing us all," he cried. I looked at him in shock, and immediately protested in front of the king.

"As a child, my son could dance along the soil so quickly that the men who died and live in the ground could not catch him. Prove this to me now,"

The soil on my skin turned into sprinkles of gold dust. The people proclaimed me some kind of god.

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I'm finally going back to my roots. Welcome back S, you're now approaching the most fun you'll ever have in the land you originated from.

Y is a country full of guys who love other guys. Hold hands, kiss and romance each other. At what point, however, do you actually engage in any sexual deviant behavior with your friend. Is there a sign? A code of conduct that you need to be aware of to engage in this phenomena? I have always wanted to dive under the belly of underground or above ground, I can't really tell, of the man love going on in this country. I tried to rationalize, several times, how you could maintain two sexual identities and still be able to be a functioning member of your community. By functional I mean accepted part of the community. After all, we all want to be accepted. A lot of men in Y get to be accepted in two environments instead of one. Truly astonishing. I, too, would like to learn how to have the cake and keep it. Suck dick and adore pussy and still be able to have an internal balance.

Unlike men who live a double life in agony, I think, Y men who practice man love are able to live this area in complete balance and well being. I will try to be an observer and figure out how to acquire this peace/piece of mind.